The thing about not learning the sex of your baby until the birth (for me anyway) is that I feel no stress about getting the bedroom done. The stress comes for me when...the baby is here, I can see the personality & they are about to get themselves evicted from my bedroom if they can't stop waking me up every two hours at night.
he.he. Just kidding. Well, kind of..
I wish I still had Kenzie's enthusiasm for this whole box painting thing. I had a "system" built by a friend for Rylan's room. It's a bunch of boxes that can be reassembled in various formations... inspired from these but totally our own design. You can see just a few of them behind Kenzie in this photo.
The friend I commissioned the piece from did an amazing job and charged a smidge of what I thought he would for it. The problem?? Well, actually there are several:
1. I have to paint the thing. (2 coats of primer, 2 coats of paint, with two accent colors. Sealed with a poly-acrylic finish. Inside & out).
2. And, I've got perfectionistic obsessive compulsive tendencies.
3. And, I've also got two foul nappers who must be conspiring to NEVER sleep at the same time. I just get my paints out, make a mess and someone is waking up.
Rylan is going to be 19 before I get this thing painted. Which means he could still be sleeping in my room for as many years -as- I insist on having his room finalized before he finally moves in there.
Crazy. I know.
In hindsight, perhaps I should have made the husband do it while I was still pregnant. :)